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ENTIRELY UNSOLICITED TESTIMONIAL.--_Dartmoor_.--Gentlemen,--Two years
ago I wrote somebody else's name with one of your pens. Since then I
have used no other.

Yours faithfully, A.F. ORGER. "To Messrs. STEAL, KNIBBS & CO."

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"LA GRIPPE."

[Illustration]

("_I'm a devil! I'm a devil!" croaked Barnaby Rudge's Raven
'Grip': And this is a raven-mad sort of Edgar-Allan-Poem by Un
qui est Grippé._)

Once upon a midnight dreary
Coming home I felt so weary,
Felt, oh! many a pain; so curious,
Which I'd never felt before.
Then to bed,--no chance of napping,
Blankets, rugs about me wrapping,
Feverish burning pains galore.
"Oh! I've got it! oh!" I muttered,
"Influenza!! what a bore!!"
_Only_ this!!--Oh!!--Nothing more!!

Oh! my head and legs are aching!